When the Candle is Lit...
When the Candle is Lit By Scott Casteel Sometimes it is loud, sometimes it is anticipated yet other times it comes like a thief in the night. The only thing for certain is that it will happen. The timing is often bittersweet and rarely welcomed. I was having a difficult time trying to figure out what to write about for this week’s writing prompt. I could have easily written about alarm calls and the odd things seen in people’s home. That might suggest I was predictable. Predictability is for those who can neatly fold fitted sheets. As I was waiting for our dog to come out of surgery, the receptionist posted a sign at the front desk. She smiled at me in that polite way to let me know something was amiss and not to ask questions. With a candle attached to a frame, I walked over and read the words and quietly went to a vacant corner and waited. I knew I had found my story. If this candle is lit, someone is saying goodbye to their beloved pet.